DAY THIRTY
At 9:15 in the evening I was about to enjoy a grilled cheese sandwich, while Anna was digging a trench for a new drainage pipe.
August 8, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY THIRTY
At 9:15 in the evening I was about to enjoy a grilled cheese sandwich, while Anna was digging a trench for a new drainage pipe.
August 7, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-NINE
At 7:05 in the evening I was killing time in the park before the movie starts, while Anna almost stepped on a banana slug.
August 6, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT
At ten to 8:00 in the evening I was boiling potatoes for mashing as a side to our Avocado Asparagus Tartines, while Anna was dropping off the kids.
August 5, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN
At 11:35 in the late morning, I was running errands through Cambridge, while Anna was running into town to get groceries for pizza night on the last day of camp.
August 4, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-SIX
At 7:00 o’clock in the evening I was having dinner with Jason at Life Alive, while Anna was making green bean potato salad.
August 3, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-FIVE
Since Anna is currently assisting at a farm way outside of Seattle, her access to a clear signal is unpredictable. Therefore, the time in which today’s photos were taken are dramatically different. At a quarter to five, I had just finished up paper reback where I successfully matched the color of the original covering material, while sometime in the morning Anna was waking up campers.
August 2, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-FOUR
At 7:00 o’clock in the evening I was pickling some red onions for dinner, while Anna was preparing a purple carrot salad.
August 1, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-THREE
At 2:50 in the afternoon I was toning tissue an light emerald green with watercolor and sous-sous, while Anna was baking apple walnut muffins.
July 31, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-TWO
At 5:30 in the evening I was meeting Katherine at Bukowski’s to discuss Guild business, while Anna was out for a run at the farm.
July 30, 2012 by Erin Fletcher
DAY TWENTY-ONE
At a quarter to seven in the evening I had just cased in my text block, while Anna was cooking at the farm (north of Seattle) for the next 8 days.